Quotes from beth hoffman

Don't grow up too fast, darling. Age is inevitalbe but if you nurture a childlike heart you'll never grow old.

I'd never heard of a holy man named after a llama. I'd never heard of a great, gaping vagina. And I didn't know a thing about the black boomerang of karma. all I knew for sure was this: I had been plunked into a strange, perfumed world that, as far as I could tell, seemed to be run entirely by women.

Well, looks like you won't be reaching nirvana anytime soon." She pushed a stray lock of hair off her forehead and sniffed. "Yes, I suppose that's true. I guess I'll just have to settle for a trip to Idaho.

Don't go wastin' all them bright tomorrows you ain't even seen by hangin' on to what happened yesterday. Let go, child. Just breathe out and let go.

Yes. Everyone needs to find the one thing that brings out her passion. It's what we do and share with the world that matters.

Den har tilhørt bestefar, sa hun, og glattet på seddelen med de slanke fingrene sine. Han likte papirpenger - hadde for vane å bruke dem som bokmerker. Det er over tredve år siden han døde, men fremdeles finner jeg alle slags sedler stukket inn mellom bladene i bøkene hans.

Hun gjorde en latterlig, feiende sorti, som om hun var på audition for en nyinnspilling av Tatt av vinden.

Northerners are exactly like their weather—cold and boring. And I swear, none of them has one iota of etiquette or propriety.

De seks enkle ordene ga gjenlyd i meg og fylte rommet med lys: Jeg vil veldig gjerne ha deg ... Jeg vil veldig gjerne ha deg ... Skuldrene mine begynte å riste. Vantro kjente jeg hvordan tårene spratt fra øynene og begynte å renne nedover kinnene på meg. Tante Tootie la armene om meg og trakk meg inntil seg.

It's what we believe about ourselves that determines how others see us.

A ballet of nimble-footed waitresses moved among the tables

If you allow things like this to ruin your day, pretty soon you'll wake up and your life will be nothing but an endless string of ruined days that stretch as far back as you can remember." She turned toward the window, her profile soft and blurred in the afternoon light. "Believe me, if you let disappointments take you too far, you'll end up getting lost. You'll never find your way out of it.

My mother used to say that each day was a gift and how we chose to unwrap it would determine our happiness.

I realized that Southern hospitality not only came from the heart but was a practiced social art that had been passed down from one generation to the next—like fine silverware or china. Southerners had a way of doing things that made you feel special

We are the authors of our lives, and, through choice or circumstance, some of us leave our stories unfinished or untold. Though it's taken me a long while to get here, I've come to accept that life, like the vast woodlands that surround my childhood home, is layered with mysteries.

The human mind holds tightly to those things it can't reconcile.

I knew the flight into the crazy skies of love would always outweigh the uncertainty of days that didn't yet belong to me.

A powerful healing force lives deep within these woods. Whenever you children are hurting or can't make sense of things, just come out here and spend some time with the trees. Give their trunks a good strong pat. When you go home, you'll feel better.

As the sunlight raced across the brilliant Savannah sky, the day unfolded like a beautiful yet painfully wrapped gift. Momma had left this world and set herself free, and in doing so, she had set me free too. As much as I missed her and wished I could hear her laughter one more time, I believed she was out there in the big bright somewhere, watching me, cheering for me. Loving me.

Never tie your happiness to the end of someone else's kite.

They say there's no such thing as a perfect pearl - that nothing from nature can ever be truly perfect.

Though Mrs. Fontaine smiled, I couldn't help but wonder if she'd sized me up and found me lacking.

You can't see the whole sky from one window.

Mrs. Odell once told me that forgiveness had a whole lot more to do with the person doing the forgiving than it did with the person in need of forgiveness. She said holding on to hurt and anger made about as much sense as hitting your head with a hammer and expecting the other person to get a headache.